All Jacked Up (Rough Riders 8)

Jack just had to convince Keely they were worth fighting for.

Sundance resembled a ghost town at four in the morning. He dragged ass across the alley and fumbled with his keys, only to discover the outside door to the building hadn’t been locked.

After he climbed the dark stairwell and reached the landing, he tried the door handle to the apartment.

It turned easily. Dammit. Keely hadn’t bothered to lock the door. Made him crazy she wasn’t vigilant about security measures. Any creepy f**ker could’ve waltzed inside and attacked her.

In Sundance? You’ve been living in the big city too long.

Jack inched the door open. No squeaking hinges. The apartment was black as pitch. He started toward the bedroom. But the hair on the back of his neck prickled, right before he caught movement in his peripheral vision. He dropped to the ground as air whooshed above him.

Keely shrieked, “Stay down motherfucker. I’ve got a gun and I will blow your head off!”

“Keely? What the f**k is wrong with you?”

Silence. Then an incredulous, “Jack?”

“Yes, it’s Jack. Jesus Christ! You scared the living hell out of me.”

“What are you doin’ sneakin’ into my apartment at four o’clock in the goddamn morning? You could’ve called.”

“You told me not to call you, remember?” He pushed to his feet and squinted at the death grip she had on the item in her hand. “For f**k’s sake. You swung a cast iron frying pan at my head? You could’ve killed me!”

“That was the point, ass**le.”

He growled. “Where’s the goddamn gun?”

“On the kitchen table.”

“Is it loaded?”

“Ah. No. I forgot I was out of shells.”

“Lucky for me,” he muttered. He took another step forward until he could see her face.

If Jack thought his heart was racing from the adrenaline rush of fear, it was flat lined compared to how it pounded being this close to Keely. For the first time in weeks.

The cast iron frying pan hit the floor with a thud and Keely launched herself at him. “Jack, you sneaky bastard.”

“Keely, you psycho redneck.”

Then her mouth was on his, making a mockery of every passionate kiss they’d shared before that moment. When she twined herself around him, as if trying to climb inside his skin, Jack actually believed she might love him.

“Touch me. Put your hands all over me. It’s been so long. God, Jack, I’ve been dying for you.

Please.”

He lifted her and she circled her legs around his waist, kissing him like crazy, running her hands through his hair as he carried her into the bedroom.

Keely broke her mouth free and whispered kisses along his jaw, her hands tugging at his throat. “You and these ties, GQ. Makes it hard to get nekkid fast.”

Jack laughed softly. “You and these flannel pajamas, cowgirl. Makes it easy to get naked fast. I want the ugly things off you.”

“I didn’t have you here to keep me warm.”

“I’m here now.” He flashed her a wolfish grin. “Off.”

She stripped. He stripped.

He tackled her to the bed. Pinning her arms above her head, he moved between her thighs.

“Jack. I…”

His body stilled. Keely looked so serious. “What, buttercup?”

“I-I missed you.”

He smiled. “I missed you too.” He flexed his hips and thrust inside her.

Oh hell yeah. She was hot and wet and perfect. And his. And damn why did he feel like he was finally where he belonged?

“You feel good.” She nuzzled his collarbone. “You always feel good on me. In me.”

His mouth reconnected with hers. Teasing. Tasting. He f**ked her leisurely, but with intent. Wanting to draw it out, but also needing that rush of unparalleled pleasure as he poured himself into her.

Keely met him thrust for thrust. Kiss for kiss. When she writhed beneath him, squeezing his c**k with her pu**y muscles, he slammed in, giving it to her harder. She arched her neck, gasping his name as she started to come.

Jack couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face, so beautiful lost in passion. He rode out the storm with her. His hips pistoning, back straining, balls tight, skating closer to ecstasy with each fast plunge…but it was Keely’s openmouthed kiss on his chest that kicked him over the edge.

It was Keely’s loving touches that brought him back to reality.

She murmured, “Next time I’ll whip out the rolling pin.”

He laughed.

They pulled back the covers and crawled between the sheets. Keely wiggled until they were close enough to breathe the same air. A wiggling, hot, naked woman rubbing soft, warm, sexy body parts on him didn’t relax him in the least.

Jack brought her on top of his body and whispered, “Again.” He took his time licking and sucking and caressing every delectable inch of her body. This climb to pleasure was longer, sweeter, but more intense as they scaled the heights together.

Afterward, spent and wrapped in each other, Jack murmured, “First thing tomorrow we need to have a serious talk, okay?”

“Jack, I need to—”

He kissed her. “Tomorrow.”

Jack woke alone. No wonder Keely was gone; the clock read ten a.m. She’d left a note, letting him know she’d gone to Moorcroft.

After he showered and dressed, he checked his phone for messages. Damn. He’d missed a call from Henry. The voice mail merely asked Jack to call Henry at his earliest convenience.

This was it. Jack dialed and paced until the call was picked up. “Henry, Jack Donohue.”

“Jack,” Henry said flatly.

That didn’t bode well. “I received your message. I take it the committee has made a decision?”

“Yes. We’ve decided to go with BMD, Baxter Ducheyne’s company.”

Jack slumped forward as if a machete had been driven into his back. “I see. As I spent a considerable amount of time and money pitching this project, I am curious to know why you went with Baxter.”

Silence.

“Henry?”

“Well, it came to the attention of the committee you hadn’t been forthcoming about a few business things, quite frankly, that disturbed us.”

“Such as?”

“I don’t really feel it’s appropriate—”

“Wrong. If the committee is questioning my business practices, I have a right to know what’s being questioned.”

“First off, you were aware when you originally bid this project we interviewed morally sound, family type companies to entrust with our project. We reconsidered yours when we learned of your engagement.